Shifting Tides: Elven Continent

[12 days later]

The television screen flickered.

Zareth sat cross-legged on the bed, arms resting on his knees, his emerald eyes fixed on the screen.

The elven news anchor spoke with an air of urgency and pride.

""the anchor began.

"Bloodline of Sylvanheart Ascendancy.>"

""

Zareth exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening.

"As expected of my sister," he muttered, his voice a blend of begrudging admiration and lingering bitterness.

Seated on the couch behind him, Ed.

"You don't sound too happy about it." He said.

Zareth glanced at him, lips pressed into a thin line.